A Very Sensitive Boy.

Zombie movies scare the ever living shit out of me.

So, it's with some understandable trepidation, that I am going to be helping organize the VG movie night on Halloween night. Matt, the event organizer, has selected the 1968 "Night of The Living Dead" movie as the Halloween movie. Sure, it's a movie classic. And perfect fare for a Halloween night. And because I'm showing the pre-movie trailers and the Mickey Mouse cartoon before the movie, I'm obligated to stick around for all the scary, brain-eating mayhem which follows.

But I know, without any question, that it's going to disturb me. Zombie movies do that to me. I think it's a mix of several things that scare me about zombies. It's the pathos of how they turn you, against your will, into something you definitely do not want to be. It's their slow, patient stalking ability. They don't need to run. They'll eventually overwhelm you with their numbers. It's the horror of seeing a loved one turned into a mindless killing machine. And sure, the cannibalism is pretty horrific too.

More than aliens, ghosts, vampires, underground worms, devils or killer dolls, zombies are the genre of film that zeroes in on my particular fears and pushes my particular buttons.

So, tonight, while flipping around, I found myself watching the 1985 movie, "Return of the Living Dead", I knew I couldn't watch it for long. I thought, "Hey, this is the one that's set in Louisville, Ky, my hometown" and so I watched a bit of it.

And then a medical corpse reanimates and slowly has it's head sawed off and I thought, "Fuck. I need to change this channel, right now!"

But then Linnea Quigley took her top off and did a sexy dance in a cemetary, nearly naked and I thought, "I can stick it out. This isn't that bad."

But then, we got to the part where the "good guys" are about to cremate the medical cadaver, which spreads the gas, which animates the corpses and I turned the channel.

Because I knew what was coming. I've seen the movie before. The corpses in the cemetary rise up and kill off all the quirky 80's stereotypes in the cemetary, one by one.

And if I stick it out and watch the movie, I'll be defending myself from zombies, in my dreams, all night long. So, I watched a little bit of "The Daily Show", came in here, blogged this out and now, I'll go to bed.

With any luck, I'll dream about Linnea Quigley's boobs, instead.

Happy, Day Before The Day Before The Day Before Halloween, everybody!

Cheers,
Mr.B